Think Of Me

I hope that when you see the golden and red of autumn you think of me.
I like to imagine that in between puffs of smoke and sips of warm tea you pretend that your lips are pressed against mine, tasting every inch of me and you feel your heart take flight as mine does when I think of you. I hope that you sketch me in your head and you see me as simply as the moonlight sees the stars, as simply as the stars see the galaxy.And I hope that I haunt your every memory and your every thought. I want to eternally be inside of you. And I don't want you to put up a fight.